Eyes closed.

That feeling you get in your stomach when falling.

"F#$! MY LIFE." As well as a slew of other expletives.

...

Then a gentle thud onto a mattress, the sound of compressed springs that stifled his yelling, and the complete an utter confusion as to what just happened. Cash opened one eye first and felt the bed around him with his hands, he was in a kneeling position now instead of standing as he was just milliseconds before. Maybe he had dreamed that all. It couldn't have been too far-fetched to think that, he'd had dreams where he was falling before and woken up. The feeling and utter ridiculousness of what just happened made it plausible that it was a dream. If that was the case though, why was he wearing his Carhartt jacket, jeans, and work boots?

Unless, it wasn't a dream at all, and that tree had come crashing down on his head! Killing him instantly! Squishing him into a little redheaded pancake! If that was the case then this was...Heaven? It couldn't have been hell. Hell didn't have this comfortable of beds. He opened his other eye. Or this nice of decorations. Heaven didn't make sense though. Cash spoke, even though there was no one there to listen, "There's no way I made it into Heaven. Shit...I've never even been to church."

Cash got off his bed and stood up straight, feeling every part of his body to make sure it was still there, and he also checked his back to make sure he hadn't sprouted wings. Like an angel. Then he also touched the wall to check and see that he couldn't pass right through it. Like a ghost. Everything seemed to check out normal. So, he surmised, that he wasn't dead. If he wasn't dead though, then what was he? "I'm alive, obviously." He said to himself. Duh. The real question though was where was he? And why was there a giant egg on his bed that he hadn't even noticed was there before. OH! And look a shiny new watch too!

Slipping the watch like thing over his hand the small machine fit snugly on his wrist. Not particularly caring for it however Cash attempted to take it off. It wouldn't, however, budge, not even an inch. Getting quickly frustrated Cash sat himself down on the ground and placed his arm and the watch thing between his feet and tried to kick and pry the watch off using his boots and strength in his legs. To no avail, he'd manage more to stretch his arm in its socket than to move the watch at all.

"Well, this is weird," said a small squeaky voice on a bed.

Startled Cash spazzed out on the floor until he focused on where the voice was coming from. Sitting on the bed, surrounded by large pieces of egg shell was a little bird like creature. "Holy shit, what are you!?"

"I'm Puwamon, I'm a digimon," the round bird digimon said. He was a creature whose eyes were nearly as large as his little body, with a beak and taloned feet, and two tails each tipped with a reddish feather. "What kind of game were you just playing?" He asked as he jumped off the bed and came closer to his tamer, who proceeded to back further away.

"I repeat, what the hell are you?"

"I just told you, I'm your digimon." The little Puwamon scrunched up his face then and jumped at his tamer. Cash freaking still swatted Puwamon out of the air and sent him rolling across the carpeted floor of the apartment. "Weee, this is a fun game." He got back and tried jumping at his tamer again.

Things continued like this for the next while, with Cash slowly coming to understand what was going on through the tidbits revealed by his digimon partner. He also started to have fun himself. A friendship blossoming. Finally, the pair decided to see what fun they could find in the world outside the apartment.

[[EXIT - Arcade]]